The tortured comedian.
1 2 3 go its show time.
Swallow the pain, wipe away the tears hide the red marks and the upcoming bruises.
Away to preform like your life depends on it, laugh, get everyone to laugh, don’t feel the pain don’t feel the hurt.
And that’s a wrap
Pain is bubbling to the surface, stomach is churning heading home, what am I walking into? What have I done?
Another night, another hit another shouting screaming, humiliating, crying into my pillow but only when it’s safe.
1 2 3 go its show time
Wipe away the puffy eyes from the night before, hide away the new bruises, silence the stomach grumbling.
Away to preform like your life depends on it, laugh, get everyone to laugh, don’t feel the pain don’t feel the hurt.
And that’s a wrap
Trying to make myself small, hoping not to be seen, blend, don’t stick out accept all blame, accept your a liar, the pain of a slap or shouted at doesn’t last long, when we admit to lying even when we know we were telling the truth.
1 2 3 go its show time
I didn’t blend in, I stuck out. Called names, liar, liar, liar, belittled and Punishment for existing. When does this end.
The shame, the guilt, the judgment is to hard to push down but the show must go on.
-KT
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